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16 <p>Words and music Bob Dylan
<br />
17 Recorded jan
13 1965 and released on
<a class=
"recordlink" href=
"index.htm">The Bootleg Series
1-
3</a> (
1991)
<br />
18 The melody is based on an old standard, sung by Pete Seeger called
"Wagoners Lad"
19 on
"Americas Favorite Ballads
20 Vol. 1" released on Smithsonian Folkways.
21 Tabbed by Eyolf
Østrem
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23 <p>The melody is clearly based upon his earlier unfinished
<a href=
"../00_misc/i_rode_out_one_morning.htm" class=
"songlink">I Rode Out One Morning
</a>.
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25 <p>Dropped C tuning (C-A-d-g-b-e')
<br />
26 Capo
7th fret (sounding key G major)
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44 The bells of the crown
46 Are being stolen by ban - dits
48 I must follow the sound
61 There is no use in talkin'
63 and there's no need for blame
65 There is nothing to prove,
67 Ev'rything still is the same
71 By the edge of the stream
75 The sky's changing colours
80 The jacks and the queens
82 they forsake the courtyard
86 Now file past the guards
88 In the space where the deuce
90 And the ace once ran wild
96 I'll see you after a while.
99 See the cross-eyed pirates sit
105 With a sawed-off shotgun
107 And the corporals and neighbors
109 clap and cheer with each blast
111 But farewell Angelina
113 The sky it is trembling
115 And I must leave fast.
118 King Kong, little elves
120 In the rooftoops they dance
122 Valentino-type tangos
124 While the hero's clean hands
126 Shut the eyes of the dead
128 Not to embarrass anyone
132 The sky is flooding over
137 The camouflaged parrot
139 He flutters from fear
141 when something he doesn't know about
145 What cannot be imitated
151 The sky's flooding over
153 and I must go where it is dry
156 Machine guns are roaring
160 At misunderstood visions
162 and at the faces of clocks
164 Call me any name you like
168 But farewell Angelina
172 And I must go where it's quiet.